Ok, at least she knew who I was. Well, who she was with. But when she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, I expected her to pass out. The whole way back to the hotel, she was quiet, and her head was turned to the window, so I could only assume her eyes were closed.
But when I parked, she turned back to me, proving she hadn't passed out. "Jake? The world is turning."
"I'm sure." I released my seatbelt, then hers. "So, do you want me to carry you back to your room or are you walking? Think about that while I get to your door."
Hopping out, I hurried around the nose of my truck. But the moment I opened her door, she said, "Walking," and tried to slide out of the seat on her own.
"None of that," I chided, catching her around the waist to help her down.
Damn, but she was a little thing. Not light, just tiny. Cody had to be around five foot five or so, and while she was made out of muscles, her waist was a lot smaller than I was used to grabbing. Cody probably had a six-pack of abs, though. Most riders did.
"Ok, arm around my waist," I ordered. "If you're doing this on your own feet, then at least let me help with balance?"
"I didn't mean to kiss you," she said.
Which made me chuckle. "Oh, I'm pretty sure you did."
"I didn't mean to mean to kiss you," she tried next, which only barely made sense. "It just, um, kinda happened."
"And we're good," I promised.
But she ducked her head, keeping it down as I guided her through the lobby. One of the women at the front desk looked up, watching us as we passed, but she didn't try to stop me. At the elevator, I pressed the button for the next to top floor, then shifted us both over to lean against the side.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Stupid," she mumbled.
"Why?"
That made her look up. "Because I kissed you! The one time I try, and I fucked it up."
So I caught her chin, watching her eyes shift from the alcohol. "No, Cody. You definitely did not fuck it up. The liquor did."
"Huh?"
The car dinged, announcing our floor. Taking the break from a talk that was a little more intense than I wanted, I led her out and toward her room. At the door, she had to fumble for her key, but my mind was spinning, so I didn't really mind the delay.
What the fuck was I supposed to do with this? Did I tell her I'd almost kissed her back? Did I admit how I'd started to think of her as more than a friend and shit all over both Tanner and J.D. like that? How the fuck was I supposed to handle this without destroying the amazing friendship she and I had going?
When her door opened, she staggered in without letting go of my side. That pulled me along with her, but I hadn't planned on leaving her alone, so it worked. Hopefully, she would head to bed and pass out before the guys got home. Then, I'd be able to explain everything to them, keeping it all on the up-and-up.
And then I saw her entire room. "Whoa," I breathed.
"I know," she said. "Deviant got it for Tanner, I think."
"Where's the bed, Cody?"
She pointed to the left, then the right. "But they're in here, and I'm over..." Her hand moved again. "There."
"Then let's get you someplace soft," I said, leading her that way.
Shit, they had a kitchen in here? Ok, it was a small one, but still! Beside it was a real table, and across from that was an actual living room. I was taking notes because I might need to get her something, but I didn't slow down.
She kicked open the bedroom door with her foot, showing clothes scattered across the bed. Not caring about that at all, she flopped forward, crashing onto the mattress on her side.
"It's still spinning," she groaned.
"Oh, I'm sure," I teased. "Cody, you are so drunk. You also drank a lot more than you realize, little miss lightweight."
